Taehyung pushes his pelvis up, and brushes against the younger’s. Jungkook freezes because this is so weird, but it feels incredible, so when Taehyung rolls his hips up again, he pushes down, increasing the pressure, and he tilts his head back and lets out a guttural moan because that feels good.
He leans down to kiss Taehyung again, placing his hands over the elder’s hips, not knowing what he should do next. He doesn’t have to wait long because he feels Taehyung’s hand trail down his chest, his taut stomach, until he’s firmly gripping Jungkook’s hardened length.
The moan Jungkook lets out is nothing less than sinful, so Taehyung, thoroughly encouraged, pumps his hand up and down Jungkook’s , and watches carefully as sweat begins to form on the younger’s forehead, his mouth open from panting, and shoulders tensed from the pleasure.